Words are hard.
I know I'm not saying
Anything revolutionary.
For all of the human race
Speech poses a quandary:
Do I speak?

Words are hard.
You know the saying:
Like a stone, words hurt:
Shattered bones, shattered soul,
Shattered self worth.
Can I speak?

Words are hard.
They take more energy
than I have left to give.
Perhaps if I ignore the rest
I'll have a will to live.
Why should I speak?

Words are hard.

just because i'm speechless
doesn't mean i don't know how i feel
it's just that i can't put it in words
for you to understand
my broken english
i don't know, i just
i mean its
sometimes i wish
i never meant for it
to happen
y'know?
of course you don't
you never do

The sound waves that emanate
from one's throat and mind
echo about;
freely through space and time

Whether those sound waves
are received by
intelligent life
is the real mystery?!

By Arcassin Burnham


Ya peeling at my heart here,
I'm ready to retire,
I'm ready to retire,
But more so inspire,
They coming after me with buckets like
I'm on fire,
Like I'm on fire,
I'm hotter than your sire,
If my eyes on the price and my head held down,
They will still take ignorance and I'll still
smile.
And I'll still smile,
I ain't going nowhere , you aint running ****,
Tired of you lames trying to run my ****,
I must be the most hated person in my
city , if I wasn't then I would be living happy with
friends,
Just cant seem to find the real ones, just
ones that pretend,
Bend,
All the rules just to get what they want,
I'm the one that don't end up with happy
endins',
walking around smiling in your face trying to flaunt.

I done had a long day, ain't gonna argue
with you people when I get home.
I was facing battles in my life where I wasn't
really happy with being grown..

And I.
Would like.
To say.
My peace.
With out.
The long.
*** speech.

occupied - you're on my mind
amplified - everything that you do
mystified - unpuzzling the puzzle
petrified - when fear takes over
mortified - death or life
simplified - breaking you down
rectified - right my wrongs
satisfied - soul at peace
gratified - soul contentment
- soulwriterj

My drum has perforations; now flawed
Mylar parchment once taut on bone
Leaks prose; but each metaphor pored
Percussive skull reverbs teeming tome

Waning instrument yet waxing lyrical
Tympanic threepenny opera still plays
Snare split - verbose ****** spiracles
Whip quick flick of offal; tongue flays

Well weathered but - oh still sensual
Drum bongo crammed with lyrics learned
Skin leathered; worn – still beautiful
Spills tales – well told – well earned  

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